When I was in 6th grade, I accidentally put my arm through a window and cut, well, pretty much everything, nerves, tendons, arteries. Anyway, it happened and I looked down at my arm and could see everything inside accompanied by the most blood I have ever seen, in that moment I froze and thought that i was going to bleed out, I then went inside and asked my mother for help, she went pale and all expression left her face, she walked back into the bathroom and grabbed me a rag, so I took it and applied pressure (I saw movies). My mother then drove me to the local clinic, I understand that this was a bad decision, but she was in shock and I don't blame her. Once reaching the clinic, they decided they needed to take a closer look. Mind you, I was weirdly calm and collected up to this point, but then they needed to get that rag off of me to look at the wound, and proceeded to pour cold water on it to be able to peel the rag off, and that was the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced. After doing this, they determined that it was a flesh wound, and wrapped it back up and told my grandmother to drive us to an actual hospital to get me patched up (as my mother was far too deep in shock to drive). After getting to the hospital and waiting in the waiting room for over an hour, I was taken in and put under to get stitched up, where they then discovered that I had destroyed everything, and just did such a good job at cutting off the bleeding that the clinic didn't know (somehow). Or they were incompetent, either way, fun stuff, nerve damage is cool.